Voices in boxes.
Sentence is a box.
Lift the lid.
Lift the lid and read.
Letters jumbled within, words
Hurled in, peering at you
From the dark within. Jumping
In your face. You read.
Tiny needles, prickling;
Icy crystals, like volley.
Sentence is a box.
Letters in layers. Words
Collected. Lift the lid
And read. Caressing,
Soft summer rain words
Unfolding in your mind.
Eye excavations.
Sentence is a box.
I gave it to you.
To read
To read: Archive
Voices in boxes.
Sentence is a box.
Lift the lid.
Lift the lid and read.
Letters jumbled within, words
Hurled in, peering at you
From the dark within. Jumping
In your face. You read.
Tiny needles, prickling;
Icy crystals, like volley.
Sentence is a box.
Letters in layers. Words
Collected. Lift the lid
And read. Caressing,
Soft summer rain words
Unfolding in your mind.
Eye excavations.
Sentence is a box.
I gave it to you.
To read
© Patricia Falkenburg 2022
To read: Archive
